Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-07-20

Aunt Medley has missed q very good
supper; that can tell her"
"But I've Dlighted your future!"
said Mrs. Barrow, tragically SEEING
the sugar tongs.
"We'n go to Concord tomorrow
and see the old lady," soothed Phil.
ssShe must surrender If she sees you,
wiley 20
Phebe chuckled grimly.
''That' all very we'll, said she; "but
YOU forget that an old lady and q
young man don't look at girl with
the same eyes,"
"Hold your tongue, Phebe!" said
the mill superintendent. Where s
the use OF always croeking?"
And then Mrs. Phil began to laugh,
and Pnebe, who after her grabbed fash
ion, was fond OF her pretty young sister
in-law, laughed also. And, after al,
the dainty little supper was eaten and
enjoyed, even though Aunt Nedley's
lace was steadfastly turned toward
Concord.
Her own freside had never seemed
SO solitary and dreary as it did upon
that November night.
The maids, gossiping in the kitchen,
were called up to rekindle the dead
fire. The tea, smoky and half cold.
was served, and Mrs. Medley was just
resolving to go to bed, when Betsey
brought g. letter.
"Postman, mum, he left it q week a
ago." said she. SIT had fell down
| back of the letter box"
s'Ah," said Mrs. Medley, fitting on
! her spectacles and scrutinizing the
seal and directions, "from Silvia
Grey +! Now | shall have someone to
love in Philips placed"
| But she had not read three lines be-
fore she flung the letter Indignantly
| on the sulking fire.
married." she exclaimed. 'sThat
child Is everybody crazy to get
married, wonder? And she hopes
I'll excuse her, but her husband
thinks-Folly and nonsense! What
chamber candle!'
"Bless me, ma'am!" said Betsey.
"What has happened ?"
"Everythingl" said Mrs. Medley.
"Don't let me be called before 8
O'Clock tomorrow morning. almost
wish could go to sleep and sleep for
ever!
And Mrs. Medley, in the silence and
solitude of her own room; fell to
thinking to what charitable institution
she could leave her money.
With the Psalmist of old she could
earnestly have cried, "Vanity of van
titles, all is vanity!''
"I loved Philip" she said, sand I
had set my heart on Silvia Grey-and
such a match as it would have
| been!"
She was sitting at her luncheon the
next day, with the cockatoo on one
side of her and the poodle on the
other, when Betsey opened the door.
"Please, ma'am," said Betsey,
company"
"Betsey," said Mrs. Medley, severe
ly, "I told you was not at home to
anybody to-day"
"Please, ma'am," giggled Betsey,
che would come in ?"
"Who would come in ?" said Mrs.
Medley.
''It's me, Aunt Medley" said Philip
Barrow, land my wife. "Don't be
vexed ~
The tall young mill superintendent
came IN, with mis- pretty wife leaning
on his arm.
"Won't you kiss me, Aunt Medley"
said Mrs. Phil, putting up her rose
bud lips-'for my mothers sake?''
''Eh?" said Mrs. Medley.
Didn't you get my letter? ?" said
Philips wife.
"Letter!''
Mrs. Medley was more convinced
now than ever that she was asleep
and dreaming.
81 wrote you all about it," said
Mrs. Phil. "Don't you know? am
Silvia Grey. [ met Philip when he
came out to Denver to look at the
new mill machinery, and he would be
married Immediately. He said he
was sure you would forgive him. Will
you forgive him, Aunt Nedley?"
Eyes, my dear, [ WILL" said Mrs.
Medley, her face Frightening up like
the full moon peeping through mist
wreaths. "But why didn't they tell
me you were Silvia Gregg"
"Philip wanted to surprise you,"
said Silvia, hanging down her head.
swell, he has surprised me-" said
Mrs. Medley.
She went back to Hampden with the
mill superintendent and his wife, and
slept in the pretty pink-and-white
bed room which Silvia had prepared
| for her with so much pains; and she
praised Silvia's chicken salad and
prune pies, and she even oondescend-
ed to approve of Pbebe's half COM
pleted silk counterpart; for life was
all couleur de rose for her now.
It is a great thing for woman OF
Mrs. Nedley's age to have her own
way
Somewhat Qualified Luck.